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Words scrawl
Behind my eyes-
Were words can’t die-
They fly

The world walks in circles-
I walk in a line

The outside of a circle
I stand and watch
They pass me by
They do not see-
Me cry

I stand on the bank
Of the river of time
It rushes past
But suddenly it stops-
And I start to fly
Times not passing me-
I’m passing time by

When will I fly?
When I die
How long ‘till the end?
When the rivers bend?
The answer is flying
On wings that are dying

And you’ll never know
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